8 Uncles Novels & Stories

To have their rest and wait for Justin to finish his surgery, they stayed at the huge private suite. Zack's friends remained nervous around the five men and with his father. They all looked scary serious, giving them the creeps. Especially for witnessing the way they snap necks earlier at school. Even Zack's papa has a dark chilling aura around him. "These are my uncles, uncle Max, uncle Dex, uncle Lucas, uncle Vasti and uncle Zen, they are my dada's friends" Zack introduced his father's friends.

“I don’t care about the hours. I missed you. Does being his Uncle mean I can't miss you?” "Being his Uncle, mean we can't be in bed together, I'd thought you're a friend on maybe a business partner of the Carter's at worst" I turned to him, folding my hands under my bossom, "But an 'Uncle'? That's family, and a whole generation of difference at that" "We can't be together" I concluded, My eyes on him.

"Tell me, son." "I don't know, Dad. I have a car, a birthday present from Mom, a condo from Uncle Kevin, a vintage camera from Uncle Keifer, a huge lot from Uncle Keiron, and unlimited condoms from Uncle Klaud. Dad! Why does it have to be me? I have four annoying and crazy uncles!" I laughed as I watched my son throw a tantrum. That Klaud!

I could not help but feel like crying at any moment. "Hey... Baby..." Uncle kissed me, muffling my whimper. He said, "Baby, my future is filled with you. Earlier, I thought I would never have someone to lead my old age with, but now every moment is filled with you." "You will have as many offspring as you wish." I burst out crying, and he chuckled, taking my face in his lap and saying, "Yes, we have one when you turn twenty-three, and the next when you turn thirty-three."

"That belongs to me. Every inch of you." “ Yes uncles…Ah,” she screamed after another heavy thrust, “ tell me you're mine,” he commanded, “ I'm yours uncle, “ Arthur, call me by my name,” he corrected her his thrust gething heavy, “ yes Arthur,” she screamed her fingers digging into his leather jacket almost piercing the material.

Dad replied and Grandma laugh. "Yes, your Dad and your Uncle are more like cat and dog than brothers, you see this mark in left arm?" Grandma pointed her scar. "This was caused by your father and your Uncle, your Dad is 8 years old that time while your Uncle is just 6, they were chasing each other and reached at the kitchen where I'm boiling water for coffee, then they started to throw their toys to each other and it hit on the kettle and the boiling water spilled on my left arm." Dad is just 2 years and a half older than Uncle Willie, that's why they have a chaotic childhood.

My cheeks became numb after being hit by almost thirty pairs of cheeks. Most of my uncles are already married and have children in the same age as me or a bit older than me. The only one who isn’t married is uncle Matthew, maybe he’s the youngest who are often has a naughty side like a teenager. And he's only nine years older than me. I have fourteen cousins ​​most of whom are over the age of twenty -five and the younger one is fourteen years old who is uncle Caleb's daughter. Some of my cousins ​​are already married and have children. While others are single or may have a boyfriend or girlfriend or are engaged.

That's what I remember from my father's story, but I don't remember the relationship between these two brothers because we rarely met. My first meeting with him was when I was nine years old. We have an age gap of 13 years. That means Uncle Matthew is now 34 years old. "I will always be by your side, Nyla." Uncle Matthew's heavy voice rang clearly in my ears. His warm fingers gently stroked my hair. Like a cool breeze coming through, I felt happy to hear it. I was grateful to meet him at that time. I thought that by doing so, I could live a little better.

I was just doing other women a service by creating awareness about how much of a monster he was… When I didn't respond to him, he reached for my hand, and I quickly jerked away from his touch. "Get off me!" I warned sternly, even though his lips were still curled up into a mocking smile. I knew it might be funny to him, but it wasn't to me, and I wouldn't mind smacking his face to remind him that I'm his uncle's wife and he shouldn't be touching me that way. "What? You think I can't touch you anymore because you're with my uncle?"

I said as I plopped back down in my chair. Grey looked at us with curiosity and patiently. He settled into the chair across from me. He let out a soft chuckle. "You were just a tiny thing when I last saw you. It was tough for your mother to manage four kids all at once. I always ended up taking care of you." Uncle said, gesturing with his hands. I looked at him, his smile reaching his eyes. Was he talking about my half-brother? I had no photo of him. "Four children?" I asked him. He was talking about my half brother for certain.